I don't know yet whether this was a finale or a new beginning. Or something simpler perhaps—a homecoming of sorts.
Reflections on racing in a year of no racing.
Thoughts on a post-partum triathlon that made me feel like a beginner again.
That time I traveled a long, long way to almost DNF my first Ironman.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2017/12/31/dont-cry-for-me-argentina/
Eight random musings on another trip around the sun, and to another start line.
Making Ironman memories in the land of jamon and jellyfish.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2017/10/09/an-ironman-holiday-in-spain/
Tomorrow morning I’m hoping to claw my way through my seventh Ironman race. As my friend Ryan put it so eloquently, anticipation is the sweetest part: “because you can still dream about a gre...
On Sunday I did two-thirds of a half of a thing. Here's how it helped me feel full again.
On sore quads and a newly ignited love for trail running.
http://thehippietriathlete.com/2016/12/07/in-short-we-run-on-dynamite/
Key elements to any meaningful pursuit, and in this case, my sixth Ironman.